Love, New York

Curfew

*Brooklyn*

"You can not wear that!" Kylie shouted at me.

"Why not?" I asked looking into the dressing room mirror at the blue v-neck chiffon top I had on.

"You are going on a date with, Harry Freaking Styles " Kylie lowered her voice to a whisper as she said his name.

"Oh is that his middle name? he told me it was Edward," I let the sarcasm seep into my voice.

"She is right Lynn, I mean the dude is use to dating people like T-Swift and no offense but your a tad on the frumpy side in that." Michelle chimed in.

"Which song is he?" I huffed getting frustrated, we have been shopping for two hours already and I have yet to find anything they deemed appropriate for my date.

"This is serious Lynn, quit being like that and put this on," Kylie pushed me into the dressing room handing me a black romper.

I made my way back into the fitting room, and sat down on the chair in the corner. My feet hurt from walking around New York all day sight seeing, and now we were shopping in the upper east side for something to wear on my date which was in a few hours.

After a small rest I quickly striped out of the clothes I had on and slipped on the light black material. The front showed a perfect amount of cleavage to tease, the romper had lace on the bottom that reached about two inches past my butt and made my legs look much longer then they were, and my back was completely bare only having the thin straps cross it.

"How about this?" I asked stepping through the curtain door of the dressing room.

"That is perfect, just the right amount of sexy and casual like he asked for," Michelle said as she eyed me.

"He didn't ask for sexy," Kylie glared. "He is to much of a gentleman to ask any woman to dress sexy."

"You talk like you know him," Michelle laughed.

"I do know him!"

"You meet him a total of 2 times, you don't know him."

"You don't have to meet someone to know them, he is a good guy the media just makes him look bad."

"Ky-"

"Michelle trust me you aren't going to win this one," I defended Kylie. "Am I done now, if we don't leave soon I will be late?"

"You are right lets hurry," Michelle said pushing me back into the dressing room to change.

I quickly stripped out of the romper and threw my clothes back on before meeting the girls at the register, paying, and run into a waiting taxi. As we driving back to the hotel my stomach was doing back flips, at the thought that in a couple of hours that I would be on my date with one of the most well known guys in the music industry.

My mind wondered back to all the articles I read about him, during last nights midnight Google search. I am completely ashamed I did it and I would never admit it to anyone, I just wanted to know what I was getting my self into when I agreed to this date. But no matter how long I studied the articles I still had no idea who Harry Styles was. Kylie was right about one thing, the articles I read were horrible, I couldn't believe that my elevator guy was the same man. A womanizer, a cheater, some even called him a diva, but I couldn't see it, Elevator Man was kind, sweet and a perfect gentleman, but now all that is running through my head is which one is the act and which one is the real Harry.

My heart wants so badly to be believe he is the man that I met but my head is telling me not to trust my heart. He is a pop star, what would he want with a girl like me when he could have any other girl in the world? Maybe it's his thing, meet a girl in some town give her the date of her life and then leave like nothing happened. No matter how much I tried to talk my heart into believing these horrible / possibly true thoughts, it wouldn't, my heart wants to trust him and that what scares me.